Taylor nearly lost her balance when her clothesline hit nothing but air, but she had no time to curse herself before Dixie's shoulder slammed into her stomach. Her midsection, as impressively tight as it was, was beginning to get sore.

She went crashing down on her back with a heavy grunt, and tried to push off of Dixie to get away and scramble back to her feet. If there was one place she didn't want to be with the big, strong cowgirl, it was on the mat.

Dixie started to hurry back up to her feet as well, scrambling to keep up with Taylor as she rose. She was starting to gain a little ground, and didn't want to risk losing what progress she was making.

As the two blondes rose back up, she reached for Taylor's arm, trying to grab her as they got back on their feet and pull her around in an Irish whip, trying to sling the girl straight towards the ropes.

Taylor staggered off toward the ropes, her feet struggling to keep up with the rest of her body until she touched a hand to the mat and found her balance. She reached the ropes, but instead of turning and rebounding off, she jumped up to plant both feet on the top rope. She sprung off and turned in the air, sailing back at Dixie with her arms out over her head in a flying cross body.

Dixie grinned as Taylor launched off of the ropes towards her, planting her feet solidly against the mat. She had been in this same position many times before against Reiko and some of the other smaller girls she had fought, and she need just how to handle it.

As Taylor flew towards her, Dixie raised her arms in an attempt to catch her in mid-air. Then, with a loud whoop, she fell forwards, trying to slam Taylor right back into the mat.

Taylor had a brief moment of vertigo as the world spun unexpectedly, and then she unceremoniously hit the mat.

Crack!

"Aaaaaaghh!"

The crowd cheered the reversal and sympathized with Taylor as she sprung back up to a sitting position, arching her back in pain with a hand behind her, lifting her hips up before rolling onto her knees and staggering to get up.

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Dixie slammed Taylor down, lying atop her for a brief moments before sitting up herself, pleased with the easy reversal of Taylor's attack. She too began to rise, reaching out to grab Taylor a second time.

Pure strength and stamina, that was her advantage against the younger girl. She knew she could weather Taylor's assault while wearing down her insane energy, and that's what she planned to do. Good ol' brute force.

She reached for Taylor again, one hand going for her shoulder while the other went lower, sliding between her legs. She went to lift her off of her feet again, trying to plant her back down into the canvas again, trying to slam her down and bring her full weight atop the girl.

Taylor struggled her way up only to find herself against caught in Dixie's strong arms. Having felt it, she had a healthy respect for the girl's power. Damn.

She tried to struggle, but Dixie's arms were already in place, and then she was easily lifted up and inverted in the air. The landing wasn't so easy.

"Gaaaahaagh!"

Taylor wailed and groaned as all the air was driven out of her body. She was crushed between the cowgirl and the canvas, and she clenched her fists and her eyes shut while her every muscle tightened like a rubber band about to snap. She stomped her foot repeatedly on the mat. As soon as her back wasn't paralyzed, Dixie was going to pay.

Dixie slammed herself down onto Taylor, crushing her between herself and the mat, and it felt good. It felt damn good, knowing that she could keep up with someone like Taylor and keep her down like this.

She pushed herself up and off of Taylor, just enough to grab the blonde and roll her onto her frontside. With her cocky Texan smile spreading back across her face, she moved over, trying to straddle Taylor's back, planting herself right onto the girl to keep her weighed down. She brought up her legs, and reached for Taylor's arms, and as she began to pull them back, to drape them over her legs, it was obvious what she was trying to do.

She was trying to set Taylor up for her own camel clutch, and show the punk how it was really done!

Taylor tried to push up onto all fours, but she was flattened by Dixie's weight. Everyone in a ten mile-radius knew what was coming, and it was the last place Taylor wanted to be against someone bigger and stronger like Dixie.

Before the cowgirl could pull her arms back over her knees, Taylor clasped her hands together, palm to palm, and hung on with all the stubbornness that her self-preservation instinct could muster. She squeezed her hands together to tightly her fingers hurt, and her arms and chest strained to keep them that way.

Dixie turned just a faint hint of red at Taylor's comment about her ass, frowning down at Taylor as she yanked on her arms, trying to pry them apart. "So ah've heard," she muttered, grabbing tight at her wrists, trying to pull her hands away from each other. "It comes with bein' such a big gal!" She only tried tugging on her arms for a few seconds though, quickly realizing that that it would be too much trouble to keep wasting energy on it.

So she went with Plan B. If she couldn't get Taylor into the camel clutch yet, she knew plenty of other ways to wear down the girl.

She let go of Taylor's wrists, and moved her hands upwards. One of them went to cup Taylor's chin, while the other slid further up, resting on the top of Taylor's head. She inhaled sharply, then began to twist Taylor's head, trying to bend it awkwardly to the side to strain and put pressure onto the girl's neck.